A little bit past Valentine’s but still…
Would you be my wookie?
We’d circle the stars from Ta’toine and back
Bludgeon the storm troopers that gave us flack
I’d take care of you, and with my might,
I’d get rid of the fleas that bit you at night.
You say you’d tear my arm out of its socket?
….well then, would you be my ewok?
I’ve got treats in my pocket.